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Babble.com's Top 50 Dad Blogs of 2011!I'm a 32-year-old father and husband born and bred in Massachusetts. I have a beautiful son named Will, a gorgeous wife named MJ who is far too hot to have married me, a dog I love and two cats I put up with. I'm a smart-ass former newspaper reporter with a penchant for turning a phrase, who decided to go corporate and is now enjoying life as a content manager for a website.

This blog is not just another "daddy blog." Sure I write about my son, but these pages are a record of my life. I don't just highlight the fun milestones like first steps, I also chronicle the "other stuff." The fights, the torment and the doubt that inevitably come with being a husband and father. It's not always puppy dogs and rainbows, but it is very real. And often there is beauty in the sadness, redemption in the struggle.

Thank you for checking me out, giving me a try and sticking around for the journey. If you'd like to contact me you can email aaron_gouveia (at) yahoo (dot) com.

A Good Home, A Better Place

“She’s so beautiful, can we keep her?”

Those were the words I spoke to MJ three years ago at the Brockton MSPCA, when we rolled the dice on an overweight dalmatian and made Fenway a part of our lives. And they were the same words a kind man named Jim asked me yesterday, as he lovingly nestled the face of that same dog and begged me with his eyes to allow Fenway to live with him.

It was hard saying goodbye to her, but the fit was too perfect to deny. Jim lost his dalmatian in December and he’s been devastated ever since. The dog’s cremated ashes still sit on a mantle in his living room along with several pictures. He knew he wanted another dalmatian, but his wife had several restrictions.

“No puppies, no young dogs and has to be good with young kids.”

When a friend of Jim’s called him on Friday and described Fenway, he called immediately. He came here on Saturday and fell in love immediately. He wanted to take her right then and there, but we wanted to be absolutely sure this was a good fit. So after celebrating Mother’s Day, we trekked down to the Lower Cape with Fenway to see if she’d do well there.

After about 10 minutes it was clear this was Fenway’s new home.

Jim is crazy about dogs. He knows the breed. And even though he’s more than 60 years old, he didn’t hesitate to get on the floor and wrestle with Fenway and let her climb all over him. He’s also got a slew of grandkids who miss his old dog, and Fenway is great with kids.

Talk about a win-win. Fenway gets a new home where someone is home most of the time and she’ll get lavished with attention. I get to sleep like a normal human being. And most importantly, Jim is happy again. He was in tears yesterday as he remembered his old dog, but they were tears of joy when I agreed to hand Fenway over to him. As a bonus, he’s affiliated with one of the Cape Cod Baseball League teams so Fenway will be going to a lot of games and even running around with some of the players during practices.

The only bad thing was I must’ve been allergic to Jim’s cat. How else to explain my slightly red and watery eyes driving home afterwards?

Thank you to everyone who offered their help with re-homing Fenway. It was much appreciated.

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